The fingers rubbed against each other separated only by the thin membrane of skin between Cassie's arse and cunt.Both women were soon screaming out th...ir orgasms and passionately kissing each other wildly. Down stair's in the Lounge, Alan had confided in Ritchie that one of his biggest fantasises was to be used as a faggot by a domineering male. Ritchie was happy to comply and suddenly turned to his dad and said, "Strip you little faggot, I want to see your faggot arse, your faggot arse which. Mistress would start off by restraining me face down so she could pull my thong to the side & start teasing my pussy hole first with her fingers to loosen me up a bit before she would start insert an inflatable vibrating butt plug which the more I pleased her the more she would inflate it & turn up the vibration, this would go on for a while making sure I was losing control with pleasure slapping my arse with a riding crop and calling me the slut that I am then she would untie me then commanded. That pubic mound was hovering just a few inches above his face as Jared studied each dark curly frond and the soft pink flesh those fronds emanated from. Jared’s mind raced back to that moment just on six days ago now when he had pushed his finger down onto this lovely woman’s clitoris then retracted his hand in guilt. This time, however there was no guilt as his finger once again moved towards that clitoral target. That finger found its mark as Gloria swung her hips and gave a little moan of. He would hear her mind’s plea. He would come. She fell asleep. And the dream came.Graydon fell asleep, physically exhausted and emotionally distraught. He blamed himself for failing to consider the threat to Madeline, to Marilee. He tossed about, the sheet and blanket wrapped around him, binding him. He woke sweating and half-panicked. He glanced to the other motel bed; Mike slept, his breathing ragged and irregular. He, too, was troubled. His dreams must be very bad, Graydon thought.He left.